The heads of the four Noble Clans are expected to personally attend the once-in-a-decade meeting, including the Xiahou Family's head. However, her friend, who had always been a lively spirit since childhood, only found out that Xiahou Jie was just a few tens of miles away from Xiong City when the Flying Eagle reached the Huangfu Family. At the speed of a fast horse, it would only take her a moment to reach the city gates. As the carriage started moving, Huangfu Qiuyang watched the scenery outside quickly recede and felt slightly more at ease. She couldn't help but grumble a bit; if it weren't for the incident at the inn today, she would have dined leisurely with Li Yinxiang, proceeded to the music hall, and only returned afterward. Wouldn't she have been late then? For more than a decade, this fiery temperament had not changed. With a resigned sigh, Huangfu Qiuyang suddenly noticed the little maid across from her, chin in hand, with her round face slightly puffed up and seemingly displeased. She gently flicked the maid's forehead and said: "What on earth is the matter with you?" The little maid puffed her cheeks and replied: "Miss Xiahou is here again..." "Every time she comes, the young master runs away. It's been ages since I've seen the young master. I see Miss Xiahou more often than I see the young master every year." Huangfu Qiuyang chuckled, ready to tease the little maid, but her gaze shifted to a familiar figure outside the carriage. Or rather, she first saw the horse, red like blazing fire, then noticed the young man in black sitting at a roadside stall. She was momentarily taken aback, curious about how this swordsman, who casually paid a thousand taels of silver without a glance—indicating considerable wealth—enjoyed eating at roadside stalls. Could these food stalls truly be so delicious? Just then, as the carriage drew nearer, she saw the young man sitting upright, his expression as tranquil and indifferent as before, but in his hand was merely a plain white flatbread, with a bowl of clear water in front of him. The sight left her momentarily stunned. In her final glimpse, she saw that audacious, arrogant young man chewing with seriousness. The carriage had already rolled past him with a 'clip-clop' sound. Miss Huangfu blinked her lovely eyes several times to confirm she wasn't seeing things, and a thought inexplicably surfaced in her mind. Is he actually very poor? Wang Anfeng drank some water, then slowly tossed the last piece of white flatbread into his mouth and meticulously cleaned the crumbs from his fingertips. He finished the remaining water with care, the pure water blending with the aroma of meat and the wholesome, robust flavor of grains in his mouth, all sank into his stomach. Feeling the solid white flatbread swell in his stomach from the water, Wang Anfeng suddenly felt grateful to the traveling merchant he met during the Qiong Qi incident. "Once soggy, it's indeed quite filling..." He stood up, fetched some copper coins from his pocket, stacked them neatly, and left them at the corner of the table. Then he turned, leading the skinny horse out. The shopkeeper's mouth twitched, unable even to say 'Take care, come again,' as he looked at the table, realizing it was so clean that even without a cloth wipe, it was ready for the next customer. He muttered helplessly, picked up the few copper coins from the table corner, noted that they were indeed Great Qin Tongbao but worn smooth, and even slightly stained with a red that couldn't be wiped away. Rubbing his thumb over it, he frowned and called out: "Customer, customer, hang on. Why is there red on this Tongbao of yours?" Wang Anfeng paused slightly, turned to look at him, his expression cold and voice deep and powerful, he replied: The shopkeeper suddenly understood, awkwardly scratched his head, and said: "Sorry, sorry, have a safe journey, customer..." Wang Anfeng turned to leave, walking ahead, as the shopkeeper threw the copper coins into the money box. Then he had a sudden realization, smacked his forehead, and called out: "Wait, wait, copper rust is green, why is it red? It's not like it's blood, hey, hey, customer?" Follow current novels on novęlfire.net As he turned back, the black-clad youth was already gone. Wang Anfeng hurriedly walked out, raising his right hand to check his pocket. It was empty; the ten hidden weapons he had kept there beforehand were now down to just one. A sense of security vanished, leaving him inexplicably despondent. There was no other way. He had pondered for a long time; currently, he still had some silver on him. One tael of silver could be exchanged for one hundred coins privately, and if exchanged at a Great Qin bank, depending on the condition, it could fetch one to two hundred coins. The difference was significant. However, he still needed to find accommodation, not for too long. He didn't want to miss the big Jianghu event in the Northwest in a few days. After all, the matter involved the Huangfu Family and White Tiger Hall; it was only right for him to be present. Any random inn would do. When Wang Anfeng walked out expressionlessly from an inn for the fifth time, he finally realized he might have underestimated things... Because he had miscalculated one thing: the significance of Great Qin's Western Xiong City in the Northwest, and the price surge in inns brought on by the Jianghu conference's significance. As everyone knows, most Jianghu people are not short of money. Wang Anfeng had previously allocated a portion of his silver based on the inn prices in his head, and the rest had been given to the many victims in the Great Wilderness Stronghold as travel expenses, leaving him with only a few taels of silver.